So he caressed her there, squeezed the handful, though lightly.
Po stopped breathing.
Cardiopulmonary resuscitation hadn’t yet been invented. The kiss of life had.
John wasn’t concerned, and although he was thinking about giving her a kiss, it was not so as to deliver air to her lungs.
He looked across her head of scarlet curls to Xander. “What were the odds that this would not get naughty?”
“A thousand to one.” Xander tossed the papers aside, letting them flutter to the floor, and climbed to his knees. “Are we done reasoning? You’ve decided to marry us both, I would hope?”
“Ummm.” Po seemed to be considering and was tapping her lips with her forefinger.
“Wait. I thought we were letting her decide?”
“Hmph. True. Well?”
“I would say it is a yes, though a few more precedents might be—”
John heard a hiccupped snort. Was she laughing?
“Oh to hell with this.” Xander slid in closer, took away her hand by the wrist, and he kissed her.
“That’s the spirit,” John rumbled, kissing the back of her neck then relieving Xander of Po’s wrist. He took it to her back and pinned it there, stroked her palm. “What say you to a little bondage, bro?”
“Heyyy,” Po murmured. “Did I say yes to this?”
“Nope.” Xander grinned, ignoring her and snagging her other hand from the pillow beside him. “John’s told me all sorts of things about what miss bratty Po likes.”
Her disgusted pffft, made them both laugh and flip her to her stomach, where they tied her hands with a pillowcase, quickly stripped from its pillow. Her toes were kneading the bed below which gave John ideas. He slipped lower and bit her toes, one by one.
Po’s squeals and noes grew far too loud. His hand ended up over her mouth while they discussed the matter. Neither of them wished to deal with guards charging in.
“The royal bedroom should be soundproof?” He tilted his head.
“But we don’t know for sure. Gag her?”
“Indubitably.”
The pillows were large and the cases perfect for bondage and gags.
Princess Po glared up at them and mumbled threats. The gag wasn’t perfect at muffling her but good enough. Up on his elbow, John talked to her as his brother stripped off her panties then wondered out loud about how to remove her slip without cutting anything.
He eyerolled at Xander.
“We are going to cut off this bit of underwear of yours, unless you promise not to scream as loudly as you have.” John pulled up the shoulder strap and twisted it, then kissed her over the gag—not easily done but somehow satisfying. When he drew away, she was panting and flustered, moaning even.
But… maybe that was because Xander was eating her below. He bumped the man with his foot. “Leave me some.”
Xander didn’t stop and only walked his fingers up her bared stomach. She squeaked through the gag.
“Not helping, bro. Trying to negotiate a quieter girl up here.”
“Really?” Xander popped up his head, gave her pussy one last lick. “I say we spank her first before that gag comes off. I was quite horrified at those arrows going in you, girl. Horrified. That will never happen again. Say yes.”
She frowned over the gag, craned her neck. Grunted once, wriggled.
“No idea what that answer was. Spank her anyway.” John grabbed his cock through his pants. “She needs some double teaming to get her into line.”
Xander coughed. “Fuck. You jumped the queue with that suggestion. Now my dick is digging into the bed. However.” He sat up and flipped her onto her stomach again then slowly hauled her down the bed while he knee-walked backward to the edge. “I like to edge out my fucking and my coming.”
As he pulled her, the slip rolled up her body, and when he hopped off the bed to sit and put her over his lap, she was naked except for the cloth gathered above her tits.
John groaned and leaped from the bed. While watching Xander handle her ass and play between her legs, he unbuttoned and pulled off everything. “You do what you want then hold her still for me.”
He grasped his erection, folding his fingers and thumb around it and stroking himself as Xander spanked her. He smacked her lightly, then harder, making her ass redden and Po wriggle and squeak.
Nothing turned him on more than watching her and him do that—well nothing at this moment. Other times, other things.
He was going to come in his hand any second.
So he stopped and squeezed his dick, hard, mouth taut, looking away from the beautifully deviant tableaux of naked Po and his bro dominating her, punishing her. For an excruciating second, he paused in his dirty thoughts, then he went to them and grabbed her hair.
Slowly, deliberately, he hauled up her head.
John tapped her cheek, smiled. Fuck. Her bare-ass naked, red-bottomed, and Xander and him with her at their mercy and tied up. His cock bobbed at the thought of what they could do.
“Open that mouth, princess brat.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
opened her mouth wide, jaw straining, eyes locked on John’s formidable purple ones that made her imagine a thunderstorm rolling in. Fire eyes had been good, but this was equally a turn-on. They had changed color from lighter to this. Now she knew how he looked when he wanted to fuck her, or her mouth.
“Good girl,” he said, sliding the head inside and over her tongue… cruising the length in, this hard mouthful that tasted of him.
She choked a little, spluttering when he went deeper, and that only made him stare and stop, his eyes narrowing.
“We need to train you to take us deep.”
“That will be interesting,” Xander said above.
Fingers slipped into her entrance, in and out, but shallow, while John experimented with fucking
